( Somehow this is worse than seducing him. Aventurine had wanted to have him get carried away, to have that frustration boil over and take him without thought against his desk. Not… turn that kindness onto him, not after everything. It makes something in him turn sour — he doesn’t deserve it now. There’s regret, guilt flashing over his face before he can fully cover it with a mask of his own. )
But you wouldn’t hurt me. ( The truth comes pulled out from behind his teeth, ragged and fresh. ) Not like… ( No, too much, and his mouth snaps shut as his eyes go to meet Ratio’s. ) Even if I pushed you, made you snap, I know you wouldn’t.
( It is the safer option for his self-destructive tendencies, Aventurine thinks. Better a good man than, well. Most people he’s slept with. )
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But you wouldn’t hurt me. ( The truth comes pulled out from behind his teeth, ragged and fresh. ) Not like… ( No, too much, and his mouth snaps shut as his eyes go to meet Ratio’s. ) Even if I pushed you, made you snap, I know you wouldn’t.
( It is the safer option for his self-destructive tendencies, Aventurine thinks. Better a good man than, well. Most people he’s slept with. )